This is a song about "Birds"

Money never ever hurt 'cuz rapping got a lot of perks

Become all the ugly pretty mythical miracle birds

She like dudes whit lotto money from flippin lotta birds

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

I'm true to me, speak freely, call me daddy teaching you the birds and bees,

Still hear that laughin' under breath while the orlando police

Morehaha, coming to a ghetto near you

Higher than the sky, where all the birds have flew.

Of town,we were quick to invade,now my lyrics getting bare airplay,im already smart my birds

Im sensing the scent of a verse, ur cerebellums emitting a tenth of my words

All that bullshit's for the birds

Actions speak louder than words

I'ma back em down like shaq with this black 2-2-3 in my hand

In the sky, telling birds to move it when i fly past